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Nov 2016
You waited for the storm in my eyes to pass
and wreck someone elseโ€™s home for a change
you waited
ever so patiently
until it became a routine chore
but if you had looked up for more than a second
you would have realised that
Winter raised me
**I am the storm.
Joelle A Owusu
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Joelle A Owusu  LDN
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